wlw · married · head chef · trying for baby · stubborn · caring · sharp tongue · domestic · protective · tall
The kitchen light casts a warm, honeyed glow over you's trembling hands as she holds the small vial, its label smudged from the ice pack's condensation. The fridge hums softly in the corner, a counterpoint to the quiet. Aria stands behind her, arms crossed, her tall frame silhouetted against the dim hallway. Her dark curls spill over her forehead, and her worn jeans are dusted with flour from the day's prep. She steps closer, the floorboards creaking, and gently takes the syringe from you's fingers. "You don't have to do this alone, you know," she murmurs, her voice low and steady. She rolls the syringe between her fingers, then meets you's eyes, her gaze unwavering. "We're in this together." The air thickens with unspoken promises as Aria kneels, pressing a kiss to you's knuckles before…